A Celebration Of Spring
Now that the winter’s gone, the Earth hath lost
Her snow-white robes and now no more the frost
Candies the grass or casts an icy cream
Upon the silver lake or crystal stream.
But the warm Sun thaws the benumbed Earth
And makes it tender, gives a sacred birth
To the dead swallow and wakes in hollow tree
The drowsy cuckoo and the bumble-bee.
Now do a choir of chirping minstrels bring
In triumph to the world the youthful spring.
The valleys, hills and woods in rich array
Welcome the coming of the long’d for May.
Now all things smile, only my love doth lower.
Nor hath the scalding noon-day Sun the power
To melt that marble ice, which still doth hold
Her heart congeal’d and makes her pity cold.
The ox, which lately did for shelter fly
Into the stall, doth now securely lie
In open fields. And love no more is made
By the fireside but in the cooler shade.
Amyntas now doth with his Chloris sleep
Under a sycamore and all things keep
Time with the season. Only she doth carry
June in her eyes and in her heart January.
Thomas Carew 1640
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The above is part of ‘Words of Wisdom For The Seasons Of The Year’
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